Every once in a while, after I preach a sermon, I have this moment where I realize there are a few words I wish I could change or add for clarification. This past Sunday was one of those. If you weren't there in person to hear my extra words before the benediction. Here they are for you:
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I was not talking about Amos when I said "male colleagues." I've worked with a whole bunch of male colleagues (who hold the same degree I do and some who hold other degrees) who did not treat me with respect. Amos is not one of these dudes. He's always got my back and I've got his.
I was not talking about my husband Tim. Tim and I have our issues, just like any married couple, but his respect for me as a woman is not one of them. In fact, each morning when I feed our son, he brings me a glass of water (or, often, a cup of coffee). I'm lucky and thankful.
So, what WERE you talking about?
God's call for us to care for each other, especially those who are overlooked and mistreated like the widow. We may (or may not) know who in our midst has been dealt a basket full of lemons, so we've got to be kind and just and generous toward each other. (Those were the spark notes, you basically got the sermon).
I hope you're still talking about the sermon. If not to me, than with each other. And if you're stumbling upon this and haven't heard THAT sermon, I hope you'll go back and listen. And talk about it. And call me out on it. That's how we dig deeper in scripture. It's how we chase our minds and lives after Jesus.